Pleasing Elsa's Feet

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 James had one of them hypnotized, Anna.  Elsa, on the other hand, was not.  This was going to be good.
“You will let me worship you,” he said to Anna, placing the pocket watch back in his pocket—at this point, he no longer needed it.
“Yes, master,” Anna said, her voice monotone.
“Very well,” Elsa said, blushing.  She hesitantly sat down in a chair, stretching out her feet.  “If you really think I’m worth it.”
James smiled.  “Patience, my queen.” he said.  “I’ll start with your sister.  Then I’ll get to you.”
“Very well,” replied Elsa, relieved.
James crouched down in front of Anna, and smiled as she wiggled her toes.  Then he began to worship her.
James reached out and ran his hands over her left foot, gently lifting it up.  Then he began to kiss her, smooching from her big toe to her pinky, going gently from one to the next.  His lips grazed the nail of her toes, and tasted her aroma with each kiss.  After the toes, he moved up to the bridge of her foot, leaving passionate kisses there.  The hypnotized girl knew not to move while he pleasured her, as to give both of them the maximum satisfaction—and that was working very nicely.
Next, he went back to her ankle, and slid his way down to her heel, using that opportunity to smell her beautiful feet.  A warm aroma sprang off of it and into his nose, delighting him.  This smell was very much Anna, and he was glad to experience it.  Finally, James left one last, long kiss on her ankle, and retreated, letting go of Anna’s foot.
James walked up to Elsa, and gave her a knowing grin.  “Are you ready, my queen?”
“Do you really think I’m worth all this attention?” Elsa asked, blushing again.
“Of course,” James said, kneeling in front of her.  He reached out, caressing her feet with her hands, treating them like the precious things they were.  “You’re definitely worth it, Elsa.”
She still looked unsure.  But she smiled, and nodded.  “Thank you.”
James leaned down and gave Elsa’s toes a big sniff, taking in her aroma.  It seemed royal, like her, and he continued smelling her foot, moving down to the bottom.  The scent got stronger there, more potent, and he gladly took it in.  Now it was time to please her.
He reached out, and gently licked the bottom of Elsa’s foot, taking in that royal taste.  Then he moved up her foot, licking the bridge with purposeful gentleness.  He moved all around her foot, licking the top until there was nowhere left to lick, and then he went back.  James lapped up her royal ankle, and went down to her heel.  He ended it with one final lick to the bridge of her foot, and looked up at the queen for approval.
Elsa nodded.  “Thank you,” she said.
James smiled.
“No, thank /you/, Elsa.”
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It was burning her up inside like a fire.  Elsa had feelings for James.
The queen blushed.  Now, what was she to do with this information?  She couldn’t possibly tell him . . . could she?
“Elsa!” James called, making her spin around.  She cleared her throat, straightening up just as he walked into the room.  “You look worried,” the man said, frowning.  “Is something wrong?”
“There’s something I have to tell you,” Elsa blurted out, before she could stop herself.
“Alright,” James said, sitting down in her chair.  Elsa sat across from him, on the bed.  “What is it?”
The queen coughed.  “I . . . I think I love you,” she blurted out.  “I-I mean I have feelings!  For you.”  She blushed.  “Is that . . . strange?”
James smiled.  “Not at all,” he assured her.  “I’ve . . . actually felt the same way about you, for quite a while.  I was waiting for the right time to confess.”
Elsa laughed, feeling relieved.  “Is any time the ‘right time’?”
James chuckled.  “Good point.”
They sat there for a moment in peaceful silence.  Then, James spoke.
“There’s . . .actually something I’ve wanted to try with you for a while now.  I’ve been holding back because I didn’t think you had feelings for me.”
“Alright,” Elsa said.  “What is it?”
“Well. . .”
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“You ready?” James asked Elsa.  The queen nodded, and then they began.
He removed the pocket watch from his pocket, and slowly started swinging it in front of Elsa’s face.  “You will obey me, Elsa,” James said slowly, looking directly into her eyes.
“N-No!” she cried, even as her eyes started to glaze, ever so slightly.  She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to resist, but the pull of the watch forced her to open them.  For a moment she gazed at it, transfixed, giving herself to the hypnosis—but then Elsa came to her senses again, and used everything in her power to pull her eyes away.  “I won’t do it!” she proclaimed.
“You will,” James said simply.  The glazed look entered her eyes again, and this time, it stayed there, taking over her vision and flattening the emotions on her face.  “You will obey me,” James repeated, slowly pocketing the watch.  “Do you understand?”
“Yes, master,” Elsa replied, her voice monotone.
“Good.”  He smiled.  “Now, it’s time for me to worship you like the queen you are.”
James crouched on the ground in front of Elsa and reached for her feet.  She wiggled her toes, and he rested his hands on each bridge.  Then he massaged, kneading deeply into her skin, going up and down her lovely feet, making sure to give her as much comfort as possible.  He ran his hands down to the lower foot, rubbing multiple times before releasing her.
When he finished, James stood up and snapped his fingers.  Immediately the glazed look left Elsa’s eyes.
“Good?” James asked.
The queen nodded.  “Yes.  That was . . . very good.
“Thank you, James.”